stress relief

My main stress is myself. I procrastinate like a pro. I can have something sitting right in front of me that I really need to do, and I’ll find something else to do instead. It’s a terrible habit, and I feel extremely guilty while I’m doing it but I can never seem to make myself do those things that need to be done. Homework is just one of the things that I do it on. I always put off homework till the last possible moment, and it usually ends up with me screwing myself over. My room is a mess because I always find a way to distract myself whenever I could be cleaning it up. It really does frustrate me. I know that the things that I should be doing are important, I constantly think thoughts like “I should do this” or “I should quit putting this off” but it rarely helps. Sometimes I just can’t seem to focus. I start doing something then my mind starts to wander and I’ll just do something else. This usually happens when I try to study. I’ll be reading along then a word will just start me thinking and I’ll just let it keep going until I forgot what I was originally doing. Sometimes I just lack drive to do anything besides lie down and watch Netflix. That’s  the worst because I know I need to be productive but my body just doesn’t feel like doing anything.

Would You Rather

Stoned to death with pickles vs. suffocating in mayonnaise

Between the two horrible choices of death, I would probably choose to be stoned to death by pickles. There isn’t really a good choice this time around but I think that suffocation would be the worst way to die. With suffocation you get a feeling of helplessness. While you’re helpless with the pickle stoning, you could at least try and fight it. I’m not quite sure that you can be stoned to death with pickles anyway so that reinforces my choice a little; while I’m quite sure that you can suffocate in mayonnaise. I hate the feeling of not being able to breathe.

Living eyebrows that moved about your face vs. leaving a trail of paprika everywhere you go

I would rather have living eyebrows that could move around my face than leave a trail if paprika everywhere I went because I would learn to control my eyebrows and make them become a mustache that could do tricks. Also, who wants a trail of paprika that follows them wherever they go? That would not be beneficial to anyone, except a bounty hunter that could use this trail to hunt you down, so the paprika trail is more likely to get you killed than the moving eyebrows. I guess that the paprika could be beneficial to you if you were in the culinary arts, but people would probably complain about not knowing the source of your paprika and they might sue you. It appears to me that the paprika trail is just bad news all around.  

Look like Yasser Arafat in the mirror vs having the imperial march play when you walk into a room

Without question I would have the imperial march play when I walk into a room. Yasser Arafat is one ugly dude for one and the imperial march demands respect from everyone you see when you walk into a room, for fear that I might force choke them, or send them through a wall.

Sleep between the mattress and the box spring vs having funky town play every time you hear music

I would choose to sleep between the box spring and mattress, mostly because I think that funky town would get extremely annoying very fast. I like a variety of music anyway, so listening to only one song would really get on my nerves. Sleeping between the box spring and mattress might not be so bad actually. It would take some getting used to, but I think I could do it.

Cookies vs. Cupcakes

If I had to choose between cupcakes and cookies I would probably have to choose cookies. Both are excellent, but cookies have more to offer in my opinion. There are almost an infinite amount of cookie recipes that can all be extremely different. They can be different as far as taste, texture, they can have toppings or they can be standalone, and they can have a variety of things mixed in with them. I also like cookies more because while cupcakes are sound good sometimes, I can always eat a cookie. Cupcakes do have their own upsides. They are soft and usually moist, they have icing, they can be very appealing to the eyes, and they almost always taste amazing.  

Red

Red. The color red brings all kinds of images to my mind. Pictures of fire trucks, a red wagon, a rose. I don’t have a favorite color but red is if I did red would be in the top 3. It is a color that is very distinguishable. Red really pops against its background. When I think of red fall comes to mind. I think this is because all the leaves start to turn a reddish color. I also think of Christmas, and all the good things that accompany that holiday. I think that when we think of red, we usually think of positive things. A lot of advertisements use the color red because of this very reason. Red warms us up. It makes us feel good about the day. Red might be the most commonly used color in today’s media. It could be because it pops really well. It could be because people are drawn to the color red for some unknown reason. Maybe it’s because red is usually compared to life. If someone’s cheeks are red then they are alive and well.

Guitar

Guitars have played an important part in my life. I grew up in a traveling bluegrass band and was constantly surrounded by music. I started to play instruments at a very young age. I started playing the violin at the age of 3. I later switched to the mandolin and eventually made my way to the guitar. I would have to say that the guitar is the easiest of the three to play but you can do so many cool things with a guitar. My mom was my main influence for starting to play. She played bluegrass for as long as I could remember and I really liked how she played. My first guitar was a telecaster that I played through an acoustic guitar amp. It sounded terrible but I didn’t care. I learned all the beginner songs and played them constantly. Sweet home Alabama, Back in Black, Smoke on the Water and many other songs could be heard coming from my room in a continuous flow as I got better and better. I then got an Epiphone Les Paul 100 and a Line 6 amp and that was an awesome time. That amp could do just about anything and the Les Paul sounded amazing through it. Over the years I stopped playing as much. I pick up one of my guitars every once in a while and see what I remember and try some new things, but its not like it used to be. I recently got an Epiphone SG and a Marshall tube amp that sound completely amazing together.

Extreme editing- random personality traits

Before

When the man walked into the room, he was instantly intriguing. He walked with a slight limp, as if he had been wounded in a war. If I had to compare him to someone that most people would recognize, he would be similar to Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings. He was tall, pushing 6’7”. He had long, white hair that flowed over his massive shoulders.  He was surprisingly fit for someone of his age. His beard was the same color as his hair and was as bushy as a hedge bush that hadn’t been trimmed in a while. His old school glasses made his deep blue eyes really pop against his somewhat pale complexion. You could barely make out the trace of tattoos starting at both of his elbows that appeared to be the start of half sleeves. But even more interesting than his appearance’s was his personality. He was talkative yet reserved. He could talk to anyone about almost anything because he was knowledgeable in what seemed like every subject. He took in all of his surroundings in a subtle way. Even though he was talkative, he was a loner. He was just as comfortable in a crowd as he was isolated from the world. When he talked to his friends you got a sense of friendly camaraderie. Headphones always sat close to his ears, giving the sense that he liked music.

After

When the man walked into the room, he instantly intrigued me. He walked with a slight limp, as if he had been wounded in a war. If I were to compare him to someone that most people would recognize, he would be similar to Gandalf from the Lord of the Rings. He towered over people, almost 6’7” I would guess, yet he seemed a gentle giant. His long, white hair flowed over his massive shoulders.  His fitness surprised me for someone of his age, which I estimated to be early fifties. His beard matched the same color as his hair and appeared as bushy as a lion’s mane. His old school glasses made his deep blue eyes really pop against his somewhat pale complexion. You could barely make out the trace of tattoos starting at both of his elbows that appeared to be the start of half sleeves. But the cause of more interest came not from his appearances, but his personality. He spoke skillfully and people listened to him with wonder in their eyes, yet he maintained a sort of reserved vibe that I couldn’t put my finger on. It seemed could talk to anyone about almost anything because of an apparent knowledge in what seemed like every subject, yet he would humbly admit when he was wrong and actively accepted criticism. He took in all of his surroundings in a subtle way. Even though he was talkative, he seemed that he could be a loner. He appeared just as comfortable in a crowd as he would be isolated from the world. When he talked to his friends you got a sense of friendly camaraderie. Headphones always sat close to his ears, giving the sense that he liked music.

Things That Make Me Mad

Things that make me mad- people that constantly complain, when you know something is right but it won’t work, when I try really hard and still fail

People that constantly complain free write- I hate it when people constantly complain. It is probably the one thing that I hate the most. They find something that they aren’t happy with and tell everyone they see about it for as long as someone will listen to them. It’s usually not even something important that they are complaining about. It usually doesn’t even pertain to them. I think that people like that just like to hear the sound of their own voice.it especially irritates me at work. You’re getting paid to do the stuff you’re complaining about, whining is just making it take longer and you’re slowing everybody down. The way I was raised, if you were told to do something, you do it, no questions asked. If you had tie to complain then you had time to do some extra work. I try to live by the golden rule which is doing unto others as you would have done unto you. With this said I try not to complain because it annoys me when other people do it. I think that people that complain like this are less mature than they think they are because they won’t just do the job they were told to do, which to me sounds like something that a little child does.

The Red Sectional

The red sectional. This piece of furniture has been through a lot. It’s had everything under the sun spilt on it. It’s had well over the capacity that it can hold on it on occasions too numerous to count. It survived moving into a new house. I have a lot of memories sitting on that couch. It’s the couch I sat on when I first got an xbox and spent way too many hours playing Halo 3. It’s where I’ve practiced guitar for not as much time as I should have. I’ve spent time with loved ones on that couch, either having discussions or just watching a movie. This is where I would go to lay down if I was sick. I would lay there all day and watch documentaries. Many good times with friends have been spent on that sectional, playing video games, or again watching movies. It’s where I would go to take a nap for no reason in particular. I may take that sectional for granted sometimes, but it holds many great memories for me.    

My Ego

One time that i can remember my ego being boosted was when i was playing music with my family. My moms side of the family is very musically talented and they used to travel all over the U.S. playing bluegrass. When i was old enough to learn to actually play an instrument they invited me to join in on their practice sessions. I kept improving, and getting better at playing with them, and then one day, they invited me to play a local gig with them. I was honored and graciously accepted. When the day of the gig came up i was super nervous and had crazy butterflies in my stomach. They told me that everything was going to be fine, but in my mind I just knew I was going to mess up. As we started to play I got less and less nervous. Even when I did mess up no body noticed except for me. At the end my grandma was bragging about me to the crowd and it really made me feel good. I have played several more shows with them since, and it makes me feel good every time.

This I Believe

If I had to put my beliefs into words or a credo, I would say that it would probably sum them up to simply the “Golden Rule.” Treat others how you would want to be treated. Its old, simple advice but I think it holds true even to this day. An example of how I try and apply this to my life is that I don’t like it when I’m lied to so I try not to lie to people. It’s kind of like what goes around comes around. I think that if you treat someone that you’ve never met with respect and kindness, they typically will do the same back to you. There are some people that this doesn’t apply to, and I typically don’t enjoy being around those people.  I believe that the old adage “you reap what you sow” is true and my credo is based off of that.

Be Cool To The Pizza Guy (This I Believe)

Summary- The blog post entitled "Be Cool To The Pizza Guy" is written in response to the subject of a rule to live your life by. The author choose the philosophy of being kind to the pizza guy and proceed to tell her reasons why. The first reason was that it's basic human kindness. He's just a guy doing his job, and if he cuts you off, there isn't really any need to get mad at him because you wouldn't appreciate it if you were in his shoes. Her  second reason for this credo is that we've all been in that guys shoes. Taking jobs just that we don't really like but because it puts food on the table. Being kind to the pizza guy also reminds us of the honor in honest work. They're just doing there job to the best of their ability. They're not trying to scam anyone out of money or make a quick buck. The final reason that she gave was that we are all equal. We're not any better than him and he deserves as much respect as the next guy.

How this credo makes me feel- after reading this i kind of get a new perspective on life in general and its also kinda personal.

Why does it make me feel this way- I get a different perspective on life because I've never thought of it this way. It makes me think of life in a sense that we are all just trying to get through it together, not just individually. We rely on people that we don't know everyday in order to just survive and don't even realize it. how would it make you feel if you were doing your job and someone gets mad at you for basically nothing? so if someone forgets to turn on their blinker, why should we get pissed off and uptight about it? its a minor detail in life that we will forget about in the next 15 minutes, so why not just let it be? you don't know what that person is going through, where they are headed, what the situation is. Its not like we always blinker anyway. we are humans. we forget things. so instead of being a hypocrite, just wave and go about your day. how can we continue to exist as a human race if we cant forgive a random person on the freeway for doing something that we all have done? you cant get anywhere if you cant start small. so the next time the pizza delivery guy cuts you off, or the person at a fast food place mess's up your order, just say thank you and go about your day. I kind of rambled here but the gist of what I'm trying to get across is that we should just be happy that we are alive and able to do the basic things in life that we usually take for granted. Being in the same place as the guy described, living paycheck to paycheck, it gives me a new respect for my job. I work in the pizza game as well and i hate it when a coustmer gets pissy and yells at the manager about something really minor. I get that sometimes things are to be fixed, but if your able to go to the store and buy a pizza then i would think that you should be pretty happy with your life. Too few people see life this way. But remember, I'm pulling for you, were all in this together. Heres a link to the original post if anyone is interested- Be Cool To The Pizza Delivery Dude

My Agenda for Tuesday

My Tuesday started in the wee hours of the night. I went to bed around 2 a.m. Tuesday night while watching Netflix. I woke up around 10 a.m. that morning and cleaned my room up a little bit, then headed to Wal-Mart. I have a lot of bug bites on my legs right now so I got some anti itch cream, as well as some shaving cream. I stopped by McDonald's on the way home for some lunch. when i got home i worked on a little homework before i had to go to work. I left for work around 2:40 and arrived about 2:55. Work was pretty typical for a Tuesday, pretty slow with a few medium sized rushes. I found out that the assistant store manager got fired that day and that one of my supervisors that i wasn't very found of got demoted, so that made my day a little better. I got the store closed around 11:15 p.m. and headed home. When I got home i did a little homework but was getting frustrated with it so I watched some shows on Netflix instead. That was about the gist of my day Tuesday.

Summary- Tuesday i cleaned my room, went to wal-mart, got some McDonald's, worked on some homework and went to work.

Analysis- after reading what i did yesterday, I found that I watch a lot of netflix at some strange hours of the night. It also makes me wonder why I'm so tired today, because it doesn't seem like i was that busy yesterday even though I had to go to work. I usually feel fine with the amount of sleep that i got, but I'm kinda tired today. As far as the meaning, I'm not really sure how to answer that. I feel like it was a typical Tuesday so there isn't really a meaning behind it. if i have any discoveries it is that i kind of have a set schedule down.

goal- I would like to become a master diver someday.

evidence of working towards my goal throughout the day- since i lack most of the equipment and the locations necessary to work torwards this particular goal, i dont get to really work on it very often. its not really something that you can just go out and do typically. So I guess i didnt get to work on that goal yesterday.

A little about myself

My name is Seth Christian Thompson, I am 18 years old and I am currently attending Ozarks Technical Community College. I was born on October 24, 1993 in Springfield,  Missouri to Jim and Tracy Thompson. up until i was 5 years old I lived in a small town called Monett. I attended preschool in Monett, and in the begining of my kindergarten year we moved to a smaller town called Pierce City. I have lived around there since then and graduated from Piece City High School. Some of my hobbies include video games, hunting, hanging out with friends. This is just a short introduction to me.